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 India and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.