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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.