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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.