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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.