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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.