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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.