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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.