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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.