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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.