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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.