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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.