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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.