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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Mars,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Index,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Organ,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.