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 Bolivia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.