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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Magma,
X-102,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.