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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.