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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.