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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Names,
CMW,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.