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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.