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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.