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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.