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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.