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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
X-102,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.