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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.