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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.