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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.