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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.