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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.