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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Quantec,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.