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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.