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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.