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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.