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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.