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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.