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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.