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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.