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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.