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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.