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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.