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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.