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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.