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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.