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 India and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood 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 funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Wings,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.