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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.