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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.