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 India and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.