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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.