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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.