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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.