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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
New Order,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.