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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.