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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.