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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.