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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.