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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.