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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
DNA,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.