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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.