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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.