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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.