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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.