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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.