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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.