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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.