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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.