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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.