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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Holt 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Smoke,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
New Order,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.