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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.