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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
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.