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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.