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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.