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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.