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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.