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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.