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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.