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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Scion,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.