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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Wings,
Television,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.