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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
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.