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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.