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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.