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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Magazine,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.