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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.