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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Japan,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.