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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Liliput,
X-101,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.