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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.