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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.