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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.