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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.