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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Make Up,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.