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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.