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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.