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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.