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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.