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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.