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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.