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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.