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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.