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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.