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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Darondo,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.