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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.