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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.