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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.