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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.