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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
UT,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.