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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.