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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.