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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.