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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.