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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Victims,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Chrome,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.