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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.