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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.