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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.