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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.