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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.