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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.