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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Urselle,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.