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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.