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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Kayak,
ABBA,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.