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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.