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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.