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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.