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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.