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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.