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 Bolivia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.