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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.