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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.