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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Index,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.