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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.