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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.