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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.