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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.