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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.