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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.