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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.