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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.