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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.