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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Japan,
The Human League,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.