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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.