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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Television,
MDC,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.