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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.