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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.