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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.