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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.