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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Magma,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.