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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.