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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.