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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.