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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.