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 India and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Index,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.