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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.