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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.