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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.