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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.