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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Magma,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.