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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.