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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.