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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.