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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.