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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.