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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.