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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Cluster,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.