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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
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.