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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.