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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.