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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.