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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.