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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Victims,
10cc,
UT,
The Dead C,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.