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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.