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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.