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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.