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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 June Days to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.