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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Suicide,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.