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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.