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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.