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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.