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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Scion,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.