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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.