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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.