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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.