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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.