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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.