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 Germany and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Organ,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.