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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.