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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.