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 Azerbaijan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.