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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.