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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.