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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.