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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.