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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.