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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.