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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.