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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.