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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.