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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.