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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.