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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.