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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.