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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.