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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.