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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.