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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Swans,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.