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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.