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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Ludus,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.