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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.