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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Franke,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Make Up,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.