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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.