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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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 Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.