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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Cure,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.