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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.