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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.