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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.