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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.