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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.