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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.