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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Ossler,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.