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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.