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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Interpol,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.