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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.