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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.