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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.