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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.