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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.