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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.