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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.