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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.