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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.