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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.