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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.