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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.