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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.