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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.