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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.