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 Azerbaijan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.