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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.