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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.