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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.