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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.