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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.