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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.