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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.