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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.