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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.