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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.