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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.