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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.