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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Monks,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.