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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.