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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.