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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.