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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
UT,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.