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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.