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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.