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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Technova to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.