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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.