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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.