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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.