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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.