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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Visage,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.