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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.