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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
the Germs,
Technova,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.