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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.