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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cure to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.