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 Australia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.