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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.