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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.