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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s 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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.