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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.