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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.