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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.