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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.