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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dorothy Ashby 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.