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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.