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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.