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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.