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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.