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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.