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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.