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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.