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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.