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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Monolake,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.