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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.