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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.