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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.