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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Human League,
Magma,
Monks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.