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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.