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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Wings,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.