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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Franke,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.