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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.