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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.