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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.