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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.