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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.