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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.