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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Roxette,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.