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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.