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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.