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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.