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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.