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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Skarface,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.