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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.