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 Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.