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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.