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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.