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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Sparks,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.