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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.