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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.