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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.