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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.