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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.