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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.