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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.