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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.