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 Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.