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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.