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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 John Coltrane 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.