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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.