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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.