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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.