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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
ABBA,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.