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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.