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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.