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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.