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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.