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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.