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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.