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 Barbados and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.