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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.