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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.