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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.