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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
ABC,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.