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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.