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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.