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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.