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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.