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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The Human League,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.