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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.