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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Shoche,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.