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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.