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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.