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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.