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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.