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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.