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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.