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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.