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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
10cc,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.