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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Organ,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Television,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.