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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.