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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Television,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.