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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.