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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.