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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.