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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.