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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.