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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.