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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.