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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.