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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.