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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.