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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.