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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.