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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.