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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
UT,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.