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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.