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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Standells 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Crime,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.