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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Q65,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.