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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.