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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.