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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.