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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.