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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Wake to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Television,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.