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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Television,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.