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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.