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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.