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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.