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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.