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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Monolake,
Franke,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Remains,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.