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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.