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 Finland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.