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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.