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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Can,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.