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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.