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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.