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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.