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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Index,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.