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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.