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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.