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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.