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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.