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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.