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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Josef K,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.