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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.