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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.