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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.