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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.