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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.