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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.