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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.