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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.