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 Albania 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.