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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.