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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.