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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
a-ha,
AZ,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.