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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.