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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.