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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Magma,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.