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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.