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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Erasure 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.