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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.