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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.