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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.