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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.