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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.