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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.