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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.