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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.