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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
10cc,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.