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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.