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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.