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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.