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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.