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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.