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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.