Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.