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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Smog,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.