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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.