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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.