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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.