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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.