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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
UT,
ABBA,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Move,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.