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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.