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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.