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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Television,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.