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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.