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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.