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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.