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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.