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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
the Association,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.