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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.