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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Nico,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.