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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.