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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Fear 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.