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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.