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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.