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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Martian,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.