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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.