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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.