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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.