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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Make Up,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.