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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.