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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.