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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Pole,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.