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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.