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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.