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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Names,
The Remains,
Nico,
Pole,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.