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 Iran and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.