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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.