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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.