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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.