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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Zeros,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.