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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Fear,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.