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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.