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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.