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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.