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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.