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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.