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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.