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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.