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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.