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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.