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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.