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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.