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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.