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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.