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 Estonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.