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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.