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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.