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 Burundi and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.