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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.