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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Wire,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.