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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.