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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.