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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.