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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.