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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Holt to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.