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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.