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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.