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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.