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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Crime,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.