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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.