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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.