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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.