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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.