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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Technova,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.