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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
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 The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.