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 Lucia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.