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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.