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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.