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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.