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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.