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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Gong,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.