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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.