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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.