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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.