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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.