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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.