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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.