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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
AZ,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.