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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Mars,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.