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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.