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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.