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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.