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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.